Small in a world of expanding land,

Waters taken, removed & expelled,

Covered up & unable to be seen,

Is the part of Nature where we all have been…

Footprints to follow in the sand,

Some with shoes others with bare feet,

To climb sand dunes can be a feat,

Most though don’t allow climbing,

And in summer you wouldn’t want too,

As the sand is quite hot in summers heat…

So I am a small grain of sand,

In this big old world of man,

I try to be a better human,

Than most men, though it is hard,

Guess I can just be a better bard…